Griff couldn’t, as Oriel could, gather men to him at a glance, seal them to him with a word. He had himself been the first gathered, the first sealed.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 469

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They wouldn’t know that grief had come down up on him unbearably, and he must be alone to put his arms around her, and feel her arms around him, to take enough comfort from grieving so that he could return to finish the business of the day.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 456

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There was something that hurt him in the way the hills rose so gently from the broad, rich southern plain. Something painful in the lazy curves of the river, golden under a sinking sun, shadowed by the trees that grew along its edges.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 419

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In the white, warmless light of the moon, his people’s fear rose up like a tide towards Malke, and it seemed to Oriel that the King drank in that fear, as if it were wine to give him strength and rejoicing.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 284

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Fear burned through him, like a flame. Fear coursed through him, like icy water. He threw his head back and raised his dagger, to strike — and cried out wordlessly, as if the great cry could gather all his fear together and set its swelling course behind him, to add it to his strength.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 220

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He would have to be as clever as a river, he thought, to do well. But he could twist and turn like water, and go his own way, however hard the world tried to drive him along another — or, he thought he could do that.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 126

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Griff had the guarded face of a man who had much to lose by the wrong choice, although he had never had anything to lose. Griff’s smile visited his face like a stranger who was only asking directions on his way through to another town.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 97

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It took another time, more waves rolling up, to understand that he had no idea what it would be like to live without fear at his elbow, warning him, keeping him safe, keeping him frightened.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 77

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He fell into sleep then, as a body weighted with stones and wrapped in winding sheets falls into deep water.

– Cynthia Voigt, The Wings of a Falcon, page 71

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